Tag Archives: Dorothy Dix
Dec 26, 2017Posted by on
Letter to Dorothy Dix
I am a sailor in the New Zealand Navy. My parents live in Whangarei and my brother-in-law is living in Melbourne. My father and mother have been busted for drug running and they depend on my two sisters, who are prostitutes, for a living.
My only brother is serving a life sentence in jail on conviction of rape and murder, and my uncle is a High Court Judge who takes bribes. My other uncle is on trial for lighting fires in a National Park which burnt down 93 houses.
I am in love with a Thai prostitute who solicits around the Auckland wharves. She says she loves me, but she knows nothing about my family background. We intend to marry as soon as her illnesses clear up. Me being white does not bother her at all. When I get out of the Navy we will open a brothel in Hamilton and my two sisters will work there to keep the business in the family.
My problem is that I want to marry this girl and have an entirely open and honest relationship with her. The burning question is whether I should tell her that I have a brother-in-law who lives in Melbourne? Read more of this post
Jun 24, 2014Posted by on
For though my general knowledge, which is more than rudimentary,
Has been somewhat restricted by the failings of my memory,
I still may have a life that’s existential and ephemeral
I am the very model of a blogger very general.
I think that the world wide web is wonderful and while care is needed amongst the angst of knitting a path through this knowledge Knossian, its cornucopian content more than compensates for this. Nevertheless, any search that I may make on the web is hindered by my propensity to be ‘easily distracted’ which, in turn, is further compounded by failings of my immediate short term memory. Read more of this post